Ancestral Wealth Inheritance System

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When Gu Dong grabbed the longsword, his entire demeanor suddenly changed, exuding a sharp aura. He had been practicing swordsmanship for over thirty years, far surpassing the mere decade or so these youngsters had.

"Don't say I'm bullying the young with the old. Go pick up a sword from the ground!" Gu Dong didn't strike immediately. He felt that if Fang Jueyu faced his sword with just a tree branch, winning wouldn't be honorable.

One must admit, these people from ancient martial sects held their reputation in high regard.

"No need. For someone of your meager strength, it doesn't matter whether I have a sword or not," Fang Jueyu said with immense confidence.

Over the past few months, he had learned no fewer than eight or ten sword techniques! None of them were below the seventh level in martial arts ranking. With his strong comprehension skills and under his teachers' training, every sword move had achieved incredible proficiency. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that his skill had reached the level of 'sword in heart without a sword in hand.'

"Arrogant!" The longsword in Gu Dong's hand wasn't just any scrap metal; it was painstakingly forged by a master after many attempts and was sharp enough to slice through iron like mud.

A cold glint shone, and Gu Dong's steps swiftly approached Fang Jueyu. As expected, the Gucang Sword Technique was renowned for its speed. Even though Fang Jueyu possessed considerable strength, his experience in actual combat was limited. The ferocious moves forced him to retreat three steps.

Gu Dong's sword struck toward the vital points, while Fang Jueyu seemed exhausted from dodging. Yet gradually, he caught onto Gu Dong's swordsmanship pattern and became increasingly agile.

"Since you're using such swift techniques against me, I'll respond with similar swordplay!"

Fang Jueyu suddenly shifted from defense to offense. The branch in his hand struck with the swiftness and precision of a serpent's fangs, exceptionally sharp, as if weaving a web of sword energy that forced Gu Dong to retreat step by step.

"What kind of sword technique is this!" Gu Dong was startled. Fang Jueyu had been defending chaotically before, but in an instant, it seemed like he'd become a different person, his swordplay even faster than the Gucang Sword Technique.

Not only that, Fang Jueyu's inner strength was purer and more substantial than his own. A mere branch, under the enhancement of such inner strength, was as hard as metal. Continue your saga on My Virtual Library Empire

"Holy Spirit Sword Technique, Sword Eight! Never seen it, have you?" Fang Jueyu smiled slightly.

"Sword Eight? How have I never heard of such a sword technique?"

"Well, now you've seen it!" Suddenly, the sword in Fang Jueyu's hand became ruthless and merciless, distinctly different from his previous moves.

"Sword Eighteen!"

"Damn, Master is being tangled up by this kid's sword technique!" The two young disciples of the Gucang Sword Sect had never seen Gu Dong being forced into such a corner by a young man. Fang Jueyu's sword was so fast that they couldn't even see it clearly; they wouldn't last even one round if it were them.

"Help Master!" The two glanced at each other and picked up their swords again.

However, at this moment, a pitch-black mangy dog blocked their way.

"Get out of the way!" Ren Qi kicked out, but the dog easily dodged. They even detected a hint of disdain in its eyes!

They were being looked down on by a dog!

Anger flared within them, and they raised their swords, slashing at the dog.

"Woof!" The dog launched at them with its hind legs, resembling a wild beast.

"Crack!" The finely crafted steel longswords broke upon contact with the dog's fur!

Damn! Was this dog trained in the Golden Bell Shield?

They had no idea this creature wasn't even a dog at all!

In their moment of shock, the dog's paw struck them heavily on the chest. Was it really a paw? Even a bear's claw wouldn't possess such strength! They spat blood and flew backward, barely having the strength to stand.

"Ren Qi, Rain Voice!" Gu Dong couldn't believe that his two direct disciples couldn't even handle a dog.

"My villa has surveillance! My Er Gouzi was just defending itself; don't try to frame me!" Fang Jueyu distanced himself from Gu Dong, tossing over a Fasting Pill as a reward.

"This is a pill!" Gu Dong, experienced and knowledgeable, immediately recognized what Fang Jueyu had thrown.

In his lifetime, he'd never heard of anyone feeding a dog pills like these. No wonder this dog had indestructible fur and could defeat two Hidden Force Peak humans.

In their Gucang Sword Sect, not everyone had access to pills. Only the core members received a small quota each month, considering there were only three alchemists in the entire ancient martial alliance, and countless martial sects—too many monks and not enough porridge!

"This kid must have someone backing him!" Gu Dong increasingly felt that this newly wealthy person was shrouded in mystery. Could he be a student trained by some reclusive master?

"Hey, are you going to pay up or not? If you don't, I'll personally come to your Gucang Sword Sect after the New Year to demand it!" Fang Jueyu said impatiently. Could such a large sect really not come up with a mere one million US dollars?

"You brat, do you really think I'm out of tricks?" Gu Dong was almost cornered by Fang Jueyu. It should be known that the Gucang Sword Technique was just a basic swordsmanship in their Gucang Sect. Every foundational member could learn it.

However, with the Gucang Sword Technique, there were three powerful killer moves that only core disciples could learn, requiring Force Transform level to execute.

"Oh? About to unleash a trump card?" Fang Jueyu's expression turned serious, realizing this was Gu Dong's desperate technique.

"Cang's Wave!" Gu Dong's sword lashed out like a flood dragon, the blade gleaming with concentrated sword energy, far stronger than the slash that Ren Qi had used to shatter the gate. Even Fang Jueyu felt stinging pain on his face.

"Cang's Wave? More like Han's Cloud for me!" Fang Jueyu floated gracefully, with his biological current manifesting as a faint golden light around him. He was incredibly close to becoming an Innate Master, capable of barely manipulating a sliver of Cosmic Source Power.

Even just a sliver was an earth-shattering change. Even a move surpassing the advanced martial arts within the martial arts system, Fang Jueyu still managed to execute it with ease.

"Holy Spirit Sword Technique, Sword Twenty-Three!"

A golden beam burst forth, and Gu Dong's sword energy appeared as fragile as paper before it. He even sensed that Fang Jueyu's move contained power surpassing Innate Masters. It was a martial skill that shattered the barrier of the ninth rank!

Fang Jueyu's branch touched Gu Dong's throat, leaving only a hilt in Gu Dong's hand as the blade shattered into countless pieces on the ground.

"I'm a civilized person, so I don't kill indiscriminately. I've sealed your acupoints with inner strength; don't expect to use any internal energy for three days." Fang Jueyu casually tossed the branch to the ground.

"Host, this guy doesn't have a penny on him!" Xiao Yi informed Fang Jueyu.

"What?" Fang Jueyu looked painfully at his shattered gate before dialing a number.

"Hello? Security? I'm the owner of Villa No. 1. Three unknown individuals came here wielding controlled knives. How are you managing things?"

Moments later, a group of security guards with batons stormed into Fang Jueyu's villa, only to find three oddly dressed people supporting each other, still holding controlled weapons.

A cold sweat broke out; the resident of Villa No. 1 was the world's richest man now. If anything happened to him, the entire property and security company would be in hot water.

"We apologize, Mr. Fang. These people bypassed our surveillance — it was a failure in our management. Are you alright?"

"Forget it. I'm fine. Just throw them out!" Fang Jueyu waved his hand, not expecting the security team to handle people from the Gucang Sword Sect.

"By the way, after the New Year, I'll personally go to your Gucang Sword Sect for compensation. Have the money ready, or I'll tear down your plaque!" Fang Jueyu threw out a harsh word and walked into his house.

"You... what do you intend to do?" The three from Gucang Sword Sect were injured; now, they couldn't even handle an ordinary street thug, let alone burly security guards.

"What? The owner said, throw you out!"

"Ouch!"

"Acting like shamans, are you?"

"Ah!"

"I'm an elder of the Gucang Sword Sect. How dare you..."

"Ouch!"

"We'll beat you precisely for being that elder. Let's see if you dare next time!"

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